Date: 1724

"Ha!--what a shoot was there!--my blood boils in me! / Flames wind about my breast--my brain burns red, / And my eyes swim in a blue sea of sulphur!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"What a slave is man, when passion masters him?"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1726, 1775

"Thro' ev'ry tender tube they rove, / In finer spirits strike the brain; / Wind quick thro' ev'ry fibrous grove, / And seek, thro' pores, the heart again."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1728

"Soon as the short Delirium past you find, / And Sense regains it's Empire o'er the Mind, / You bless the Hand that eas'd your anxious Cares, / And pour for Brunswick's House incessant Prayers!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"O man! thy fabric's like a well-form'd state; / Thy thoughts, first-rank'd, were sure design'd the great!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Passions plebeians are, which faction raise; / Wine, like pour'd oil, excites the raging blaze: / Then giddy anarchy's rude triumphs rise: / Then sov'reign reason from her empire flies."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"That ruler [Reason] once depos'd, wisdom and wit, / To noise and folly, place and pow'r submit."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Like a frail bark thy weaken'd mind is tost, / Unsteer'd, unbalanc'd, till its wealth is lost."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"The doom'd desert to av'rice stands confess'd; / Her eyes averted are, and steel'd her breast."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"A deep damp gloom o'erspreads the murky cell; / Here pining thoughts, and secret terrors dwell!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)